How many heretics can you count? image - Ultimate Apocalypse Mod (DOW SS) for Dawn of War

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Panting heavily, a chapter serf burst noisily into the private chambers of Chapter Master Gladeus, abandoning all formalities. On his intrusion, a behemoth of a man, adorned in glorious crimson robes, glanced up from his prayers in the center of the room.

"Chapter Master! Forgive my intrusion, but -" panted the serf heavily, sweat trickling down his face.

"Why have you interrupted my reflections?! Speak!" barked Gladeus, rising slowly to his feet.

"Our astropaths have received word from Inquisitor Santak" the serf explained quickly, staring resolutely at the floor "He's calling for an Exterminatus of the planet Apollo VII', and requires our armaments to do so."

Gladeus frowned as he contemplated this news. He strode slowly over to his desk as he stroked his chin. The serf remained stationary, not daring to further invoke the wrath of his master.

"This is a most disconcerting development" Gladeus ruminated grimly "The population of Apollo VII were good, Emperor-fearing people on our last visit. But alas, the machinations of the enemy cannot be anticipated or understood."

The serf nodded slowly, finally daring to look up at Gladeus.

"Inquisitor Santak mentioned that the taint on the planet was particularly vile," the serf offered "And that exterminatus was the only possible solution."

"I wonder," mumbled Gladeus, turning his attention to an ornate drinking goblet on his desk. Inspecting the lovingly engraved aquila, he took a small dignified sip. "Did the Inquisitor mention exactly what befell the planet?"

"Yes, Master!" the serf replied "Santak elaborated that there was a heretic down there!"

"One heretic?!" Gladeus spat in disbelief, water showering the paperwork on his desk.

"Er, like, seven?" the serf explained timidly.

With a resounding crash, Gladeus swept everything from his desk in a frenzy, all semblance of composure lost.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" the chapter master screamed, his eyes crossed "FIRE! FIRE THE MISSILES!!1!1"

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An Inquisitor ****** off Creed by acting too high and mighty, so he helped some Chaos forces take down his tower. What those Chaos forces don't know is that those skyscrapers contain titans inside them. As soon as the tower is gone, they'll pop out and wipe out all of the Chaos forces there. Why? Because Creed would never in a million years actually HELP Chaos, just manipulate them to do the Emperor's bidding. According to Creed, the Emperor does not like ******** who are full of themselves.

There was a resounding cry of "CREEEEEEEEEED!" that day, while that smug bastard smirked with a cigar in his mouth.

nein nein nein nein thousand!!!!